บท 117: Fireball

"I tried numerous ways to cure the poison. Unfortunately, I couldn't recover from the poison at all, no matter how I tried, dying with injustice and grievances."

Hanma's blue projection said with a sigh on its face.

Aur stood there like a tall mountain without speaking a single word, his expression impassive.

"What I showed you is my memory." Hanma started to speak in a monotonous tone again. "I will get to the point now. I don't care what you do with the inheritance as long as you promise me to kill and slaughter every single person in that village."

"I, Hanma, promise to give you all the inheritance of my peak tier three wizard." He extended his hand. "So, will you promise me?"

Aur looked at Hanma silently, his gaze narrowed, not speaking a single word. The blue figure of Hanma also stayed in a monotonous position with his hand extended awkwardly.

However, there wasn't even a flinch in its expression.